D Em7 G D [Verse 1]D Em7 April blooming, white jasmine spills over onBm7 To the worn out floral pattern couchG D Em7 Where I have been waiting. Hey, kid, I think our vessel is sinking under the weightBm7 Of our dark as black coffee spikedG D With cheap whiskey thinking. I stand up at the front of your bedEm7 Bm7 G Pull down the sleeves on my beat up black and white wool sweater.D Em7 I'm squeezing the little red marks on my wrist whereG D I made some mistakes [Break] D Em7 Bm7 G (x3)D Em7 G D[Verse 2]D Em7 Minds blank and limbs bruisedBm7 G Stomachs full of black coffee and plantainsD Em7 In the thick smoky fog of your bedsheetsBm7 G We have dug our gravesD Em7 Seattle is just around the cornerBm7 I feel excited and nervousG And a little bit corneredD Em7 We shave each others' heads to escape the heatG D And take to the streets [Break] D Em7 Bm7 G (x3)D Em7 G D [Verse 3]D Em7 Bm7 And we rise in the late morning on New Year‘s Day to our feast of leftovers andG D Falling back to sleep in the sun in your front yard.Em7 I think about how long it's been sinceBm7 G I've felt so full and safe and warm.D Em7 And I ride downtown on my bike all the sameBm7 G With my headphone in —eyehategod— And no brakes.D Em7 Days like these got me smiling so hard it hurts my face;G D I'm going to wake up tomorrow, whatever it takes [Break] D Em7 Bm7 G (x3)D Em7 G D
No Brakes
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